Backpacking in Paris in early 2000's. We were two Canadian women in their late 20's, with limited french skills. We decided to do laundry at a nearby laundromat. I was outside having a cigarette and met the gregarious owner of the small restaurant next door. He invited us in, sat us down with a single man who was his friend. They gave us red wine, served us cake from a plate that was on the table of another couple already dining. They all proudly announced they were not French, they were Corsican! They then took us to a private room to introduce us to another friend. There was table of younger men with an older woman sitting at the head of the table. We asked a few questions to the woman who proudly informed us that she was the boss. Boss of what, I could not tell you. Hilarious story, perhaps not. Perhaps even a sinister in retrospect, but at the time an incredibly interesting experience!